Through the Mud and Iron

The world has dissolved into iron and clay, where every single second feels like

an absolute eternity. Elias looks at me, his face a mask of grime,

reminding me I am not alone here. We do not fight for the

generals anymore; we fight to keep each other alive today. My hands shake,

but the instinct to survive is stronger than the fear consuming my soul.

Through the smoke and the fire, the human spirit remains the only light in this

land.